My father rarely wrote anything down. Take birthday cards, for example: While my mother would embellish the printed message with sweet, loving passages and hand-drawn hearts, my father’s heavy script only appeared at the bottom, where he signed his name.
In the Pacific Coast waters off the Northern California city of Eureka on Nov. 10, a mother, a father and their teenage son all died.
The Shah of Iran symbolized, with his youth and his seemingly limitless future, the power and grandeur that, we believed, would one day be his — he symbolized for us a life of possibilities, such as we hadn\’t known for centuries.
I don\’t remember much about my own bat mitzvah many years ago, but I do remember this: My father cried as he turned to speak to me after the conclusion of the Torah reading.
Devyani Saltzman sat frozen over her math homework as her parents screamed at each other one evening at the Cannes Film Festival in 1992. Her mother, the Indian-born filmmaker Deepa Mehta, had come to Cannes to premiere her first feature, \”Sam & Me,\” about the unlikely relationship between an elderly Jew and his Indian caregiver. Devyani\’s father, Canadian-Jewish producer Paul Saltzman, had joined her to celebrate.Instead, their own relationship unraveled that evening in what was to be the last fight (and, essentially, the last day) of their marriage.
If you\’ve ever tried to split a Big Hunk candy bar — the kind made out of brittle white nougat and peanuts — then you understand a typical breakup.
Offering a korban (from the word karov, to come close) is a hands-on project.
But this very human need is not given free rein; rather, the offering of sacrifices is governed by strict regulations, in order that we tangibly relate to God in a true, proper way.
\”You guys know I love Carrie very much, and I\’m going to ask her to marry me. I\’d like to get your blessing.\”
Piero Cividalli\’s paintings call to mind decayed Italian frescos and prehistoric art. But these nods to the past are woven through Cividalli\’s artistic vision, emerging as finished pieces both intelligent and original.
Real whipped butter. There\’s only one time of year you\’ll find it in my refrigerator — Pesach.
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